One sided Love- Love poem by Megha

This is a story of a boy,
A boy who dreamt of love
Sitting in the dark,
Dreaming torn apart
He cried for love.

Who am I, asked he to the skies,
Why not me, he yelled with his lips dry.
He smelled her presence,
He felt her touch,
But he cried for love.

He screamed for a murmur,
He would bleed for his misfortune.
Was he the only one to suffer?
Was he the only one alone?
Who cried for love.

Slept with her glimpse,
Woke up with her voice calling.
Did, what meant good to her,
Suffered what did bad to him,
Did it for love.

Done with all the trouble,
Lost with all the courage.
He cried, "No more!"
He cried, "the end" and was pushed nowhere
Was it you, one sided love? 

Comments

  1. Dhiman DasMarch 12, 2019 at 10:57 AM

    very nice. Liked reading your love poem. it is very beautiful and easy to understand with the notion of 'one-sided' love.

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  2. UnknownMarch 17, 2019 at 5:24 AM

    I really loved your poem. Through reading your poem one can get easily the pain and sufferings behind the 'one-sided' love. We can understand how it is felt when someone's expectations don't get fulfilled or what the others person don't give trust and believe to him or her. It seems that this poem is literally close to your heart. You have written it through your experience of love in your life. I loved this poem. Thank you!

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  3. Shubham AryaMarch 17, 2019 at 11:07 AM

    Hello Megha!
    Wonderful, from beginning to end! Just the perfect one!
    Congratulations!
    Cheers!
    Jesus Loves You!

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